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Vriska: In Tavros' defense, I think we can all agree that the Homestuck comic did irreparable damage to all our reput8ions. Vriska: Almost as much damage as I did to Tavros' legs. Tavros: bITING YOU. i AM BITING YOU.

[mankindsbadhabitz]

I love Spider8reath but I also like Spider8ull. I think that may struck controversy

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(Dear Dairy Diary (Tavros/Vriska) (NC-17) (Transformation)

 A tale containing the slow changes of the primary bullboy. Oodles of diary entries, a fun little perspective, and a story that gives me a little pride! Enjoy, and I hope it's everything you could hope for and mooore. (Cow puns! Before the break even!)

This is the diary of Tavros Nitram. If found, please return to me, Tavros Nitram, immediately. Do not deliver to Vriska because she’ll be very mean about it.

Day 1 of this diary being a thing I am doing and stuff.

 So through the recommendation of Kanaya, I have begun something of a confidence log. At least that’s what she wants me to call this, but really it’s just a dairy because I haven’t done anything too confident lately. Though I guess if by chance I do something that I feel really is confident, than this journal will be right here, for me to just write it down and then whenever I feel down, I can skim through the pages and I guess reflect on how confident I was in the past, which is to say, much more than I will be. Today was normal… And… That’s it. Diary done.

Day 2

 So Vriska beat me up. Again.

Day 3

  Okay, so clarifying what had happened yesterday. Vriska didn’t really, really beat me up. It was more like a gentle hard push against the wall and called me names. If I was beaten up I don’t think I’d be coherent enough to get the chance to write last night. I think I bled a little yesterday. I don’t remember so much. She’s trying to contact me, and I don’t know why.

Day 4

  I mean, Vriska is kind of hot, but do not misunderstand me. I do not get riled up, because whenever I start to get excited, I remember that she tossed me off a cliff. But the more I visit her, the less and less I really care about the whole situation. I mean, I guess if I was given the chance in the similar circumstances I might have tossed her off a cliff too. Wait, did I write about visiting her? Well, that’s the context for the second day entry… She’s bad for me, I get the feeling.

Day 5

  So Vriska bit me today.

Day 6

  It literally took me a whole day to get a chance to really write another of these stupid entries. To explain yesterday, I confessed to Vriska about this diary, and was trying to convince me to bring it over next time. I do not want her to have this book because who knows what she will do with it. Though I’m starting to not care. This stupid book has only served for me to write down all this sad stuff. Is this all I really do with my confidence…

Dear Dairy beast shit

  Wow, I’m just such a drooling simpleton aren’t I? Like really, this is what I’m doing to consume my time, huh? Being a big dumb ass and writing about my girly crush! Oh Vriska Serket, how I love and envy you! I wish I could be just as hot as you, but of course that won’t be happening any time soon at all! I’m just a dumb cow, moo moo. Chewing up the idiot grass in dumbass pastors, shitting out pure stupidity to make big moron moo beast cakes. If only Vriska would make me just a fraction as hot as her? You catch that dumbass? I’m not manipulating your hand to write this for fun! Come tomorrow! I want to try some new powers out. You’ll love them all. –Vriska Serket

  Day 8

  Oh god… It was… Vriska…

Day 8.5 (Um… new page… I drooled on the last one too much! )

  So Vriska invited me over yesterday and made me waste a page, though in fairness, I too just wasted one. When I showed up, she grabbed me and led me forward. I was nervous, and next thing I knew I think she um bit me and when I woke up from some kind of venom knocking me out I was tied up in this big web. It was pretty big, and must have took a lot of spiders. It was really sticky, and unpleasant, and it made me want to cry a little. But then Vriska came in, and she was wearing that dress again. That one. From the story… And it was really inappropriate of her, and she was wearing it in a clearly sexual manner. She was bigger. The dress never looked like that, and was kind of cutely modest before. But this time it was just wrong. She was calling me cute, and her words had the same poison, but this time it was wrong. So very wrong. She had way more confidence in it. Like, before with the dress it was like a sort of flushed crush. But this time, it was a for sure, you’re gonna be mine kind of thing, and I wasn’t a fan of that. So I started to struggle more, and she said she likes it when I struggle! So me struggling became a paradox, because the more she enjoyed this, the more I struggled. And my attempts to escape just become so pitiful, in the end I just gave up and…

Day 9

  I want to take back everything I said in the last entry. I kinda didn’t mean any of it, and the whole thing was written like I’m a slobbering not smart moron. Basically what happened was Vriska invited me over, and took advantage of me, and injected me with fang venom and I passed out and woke up at home. I drooled and ruined a page, and this more I’m better. End of story.

Day 10

  I talked with Nepeta about roleplaying today. She still insists with a proper creative muse, my roleplay persona could be made without the disadvantage of having an allergy. I have trouble believing her, though, since even thinking about meow beasts makes my nose a little runny. Though at least she is a good friend, and doesn’t force it on me.

Day 11

  Karkat yelled. Mostly at himself.

Day 12

  Normal day. I took a shower, and things were a little bit sensitive. Robo legs seem to withstand water well.

Day 13

  Shower got even more sensitive! Had to do some cleaning there was some muck building up in the drain. Woooh. My days are fun.

Day 14

  Oh god the shower. I don’t want to talk about the shower.  It just all happened suddenly and oh god. I was just bathing as per normal, and I got really sensitive in the nipple region… the place where I’ve been sensitive for a while but just didn’t want to talk about it for… reasons. And it felt really good. Terribly good um actually. And I felt bad for liking it the way I was. I started to pinch and twist, and it was so messed up and I just wanted to cry, and was overall not okay with the situation. And I did this for like an hour. And now… My nipples are really broad, a bit longer. Not very much longer! They are still very nebbish. They are just… big.

Day 15

   They are sensitive still, but I’m not touching them like a lusty tool. So I believe this is betterment of myself. That being, me not giving in and feeling up my body because it does something.

Day 16

  Oh fuck… I gave in like a lusty tool. They were just so needy today! Just beckoning for naughty finger pinches, and self-serving twists! And my chest is expanding out into orbs! They are shivering, and making my nerves stand on end, and the enlarged… things are extra needy. I feel so dumb and aroused.

Day 17

  And they are just getting bigger…

Day 18

  …and bigger!

Day 19

   They seem to have stopped at a Alternian DD cup. Not that I would know or just had an awkward conversation with Aradia to figure out. I guess this sort of makes me a female? Though I would need a nook to follow thi- oh god

Day 20

  So it’s been weird having these female parts now. The chest, I got used to after I stopped bumping into stuff. I mean, doorways are tough with the horns, but now I have to worry about these orbs too… And looking in the mirror I realize my hair is growing, and my face is smoothing up and starting to look more girly every day. And I’m actually sort of thinking I look pretty. Very pretty… But the lips I have down their now… They are still very weird.

Day 21

   I’m pretty much fully a girl now. My voice is a lot more high pitched, and I’ve swapped out all my old clothes with some new girl ones. I’m sort of liking the underwear so far. They are comfortable and frilly, but can also be just simple. Men don’t really seem to have been given the option for frilly, and that is sort of a shame. But everyone has been notified of my sudden changes and-

Day 21 new page what the fuck just came out of me

  Oh my god I spurted. I was just idly… playing with myself, and one of my nipples just kind of… shot something out…

Day 22

  Still spurting… Still so much…

Day 23

 MILK. MILK IS JUST COMING OUT. HURTS. TOO MUCH.

DYYHGD 24

VRISKA HELP YOU DIDGHH THIS TO MEMTE MOOOO.

…

Day 89

  It has been a while, hasn’t it dairy? Oops! Diary! My eraser is broken, guess I can’t fix that.

I have moved in to where Vriska calls home. And she has taken full responsibility of what she has done to me.

Very full.

And very responsible.

I am ending the Diary here.

Moo~ }:) 

[melochite]

Tavros X Vriska High school AU in which Vriska is teasing Tavros.

“Hey Tavros, like my new shirt?” Vriska purred, leaning in close enough to smell his aftershave and the gel he had used to slick his thick hair back, cornering him against the set of lockers. He stared for only a half second at her exposed cleavage before turning bright red and quickly averting his gaze, biting his lower lip. “You looked!” She beamed, laughing, glad he wasn’t ignoring her like Gamzee had told him too, “You looked and blushed. I saw you!”.

send me a ship + an au and i'll write a three sentence fic of it

[melochite]

a spin the bottle kiss ; tavris

Feferi's leg brushed by his, the tips of her fingers gently tracing circles on his knee. Tavros flinched, smelling a faint whisper of alcohol on her breath. Why had he even agreed to come to this party? He could see two people making out on the couch already, not even interested in the game of Spin the Bottle. They didn't have to, they already had someone to drunkenly slurr sweet nothings to.

'It's a party, it's only natural we're going to drink!" She'd scoffed in the car, surrounded by the other party-ers who excitedly chatted together. "Oh, I just had the best idea! Hey, listen guys, why don't we get Tavros to be our designated driver?" From the driver's seat Sollux hooted and before he could even argue the whole thing was decided.

Tavros sighed, sipping at his stale pop, torn between wanting the bottle to land on him and storming out already, though he knew he couldn't. Vriska was right, parties were supposed to be fun, but somehow he found it hard to let go and do that.

"Your turn." A voice beamed and Aradia shyly nodded, reaching forward and taking hold of the infamous 'Bottle'. She spun it slowly, giggling and letting out a few hiccups when it landed on Sollux. It was painfully obvious to someone sober like Tavros that she'd done it at just the right speed for it to land on him. Everybody chanted as the two moved together, hands all over each other as they kissed, filling the air with sloppy wet sounds. When they parted they both looked equally buzzed and dreamily happy, faces flushed and not just because of the drinks.

It left him wondering who he would choose to kiss. Tavros glance down at Feferi, bouncing in her seat and then at Nepeta who was quietly purring. Well, as much as he wouldn't really mind kissing them, he didn't necessarily want to kiss them either. Slowly he found his gaze darting to Vriska and his face grew warm when she noticed him staring and raised her eyebrows.

He got up quickly, mumbling something nervously about having to refill his cup and stumbled to the food table. When he returned the game was in full heat as Feferi gave a big smooch to Nepeta, who was curled up like a kitten in her lap, squealing in delight.

"Tavros gets my turn!" Nepeta mewled cheerily as she and Feferi left hand in hand for the corner. Tavros groaned, sitting down again. Without those two by his sides he felt defenseless.

Vriska trailed her fingers down the neck of the bottle, taking her sweet time handing it to him. He took it uncertainly and gripped it in his hand , watching Vriska eye the other participants of the game as if she had a trick up her sleeve. When her gaze finally roamed to Tavros she licked her lips, giving him a sinister smile that made something in him do a weird flip flop. He closed her eyes took a deep breath, setting it in motion. For some odd reason Tavros found himself crossing his fingers, though he wasn't sure why.

It spun crazily though he hadn't really used much force, and though it was out of her control Vriska seemed to be in deep concentration. It must have gone around at least 5 times before it slowed to a complete stop.

Sucking in his breath, he gaped openly at the tip that pointed straight to where Vriska Serket sat on the basement floor.

"Well, well, well..." Vriska whispered, sounding pleased, moving towards him. He stuttered a few meaningless syllables, unsure of whether to be happy, nonchalant, awkward, or a mix of all. Butterflies swarming in Tavros' stomach and making him doubt whether the coke was spiked or not. People were probably staring, and he could hear the dull roar of cheering that was swallowed out by his adrenaline rush.

He shivered when her hands gripped his shirt collar, clutching it in fists and reeling him in. Vriska's eyes were inches away from his, nine pupils locked on his two and somehow in that moment he knew. He knew that Vriska had used her powers to manipulate the Bottle to make it land on her. But the question was, why?

No time to think. She mashed her cobalt blue lips against his. It was fiery. Tavros could smell the intoxicating scent of her perfume, and his sense were swarmed with the taste of her. Surprising enough, he didn't detect the sharp tang of alcohol on the tongue that mingled with his. Her movements were sure and deliberate; the way her hands tangled in his hair and her body pressed up against his. 

Then all at once she shoved him backwards. As he felt himself be propelled backwards he could hear her talking to him in his head, lilting, teasing. "Of course I didn't drink anything. It would have made that kiss much less enjoyable." 

He landed hard, unable to take his eyes away from her, both of them panting. 

So, Vriska Serket had planned to kiss him from the beginning, huh?

...

Maybe he was having fun at this party after all.

[melochite]

((ahhh thank you for the prompt nonnie!! it got me inspired to start writing today. i left what tavros was upset about up to the reader. uvu))

Tavros sighed, balling his fist and swallowing his anger, stomping away. He was tired of being belittled, sick of being picked on even by someone he loved. Vriska laughter cut off almost immediately as she raced after him.

"Aw come on Tavros, you know that was just a joke, right?" She urged, her laughter incredulous as she laid a hand on his shoulder. He quickly shrugged it off, shaking his head and hugging himself. His body was shaking but not from fear this time. He wasn't afraid of Vriska Serket anymore. She wasn't the same monster under his bed she had been only sweeps ago. When they'd first died and hung out in the dream bubbles she'd seemed so raw and empty and small. Just like him.

"You know, for a girlfriend, you sure do say a lot of really hurtful things..." Tavros muttered into his knees as he sunk to the ground, his back against the wall. He was curled into a ball, but all Vriska could see was another Magic 8-Ball she'd smashed and destroyed.

She sat down beside him, trying to find the right words to say, to fix this mess she'd created. God, what was it about this guy that made her act so dumb? Whenever she was around him he'd make her mind go blank and her mouth feel like cotton. All the wrong things would come out and she'd end up hurting him, again. Why did she always treat people the way she deserved to be treated herself?

Vriska's eyes began to sting but she ignored them, knowing it wasn't real. All of this; this dream bubble, this pain, the stinging, none of it was real. The only thing that mattered was Tavros, and getting him to forgive her, yet again. It was true, she knew she'd done some horrible things to him, things that made her hate herself and wish Spidermom had just eaten her as a grub. But he'd seen the good, the bad, and the ugly of Vriska Serket. A side to her she'd never shown anybody before because she was too much of a coward. And somehow he'd found it in him to love her and her broken smile and her milky white irises. 

She knew she couldn't lose him.

Hesitantly, she wrapped an arm around him, feeling him tense underneath of her. She couldn't tell him all the reasons why she loved him with words, but she knew she could show him. Lowering her head, she pressed her lips to his ear and softly whispered, "I'm... sorry Tavros. Not just for this, for everything I put you through. And... and thank you." 

Slowly, like a butterfly hatching from it's cocoon, he raised his head and showed her his tears and then out of no where, like the sweet chorus of a bird, he laughed. It was a bubbly kind of thing that was more of a giggle but came from the stomach. There was no way for Tavros to fake a laugh, each time it was genuine and perfect and sounded like music to her ears. She lost herself in that moment and found she was laughing along with him, pulling him in for a kiss. Then another. And another.

Maybe Tavros could be the first 8-Ball she was able to put back together.

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Always too l8.